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(feat. Horror City) I'm that dope up in your brain with syringes Comin through, kickin doors off the fuckin hinges I'm in this, like forty fiends on seven day binges Comin with my felony offenders, drinkin Guinness The slender of a never ending back bender My agenda be the legal tender, blue fox in the winter Say it with me, yes, mad style in the streets Bitches that be blowin up my hip with mad beeps Murder me? You musta never fuckin heard of me I get thank you letters from emergency for fillin vacancies And don't even mention surgery, because they awarded me For bein the man to do the most abuse to industry Injure me, see the evil spirits enter me Larry Single-tary, now who majesty, an entity (uuhhhh!) If I cut you do you not bleed If I bust up in a guts, you should not bear seed that resemble me I hear the sound of dope fiends' screams It's gotta mean somebody's scheme, on the stash again I'm spittin hollow points like phlegm I'd probably bring a friend but these days I'm driftin off into galaxies Feel the sea breeze throughout vicinities, eeaaaww!! SongtexteWhile prophecies that kick the sky splits Omigod, droppin clips is this the end? Forever I'll be never injured, why because the devil had me shook I'm shakin, this evil spirits takin flesh is bakin in Here's a, special delivery, of the pain and misery Can you maintain it? The degrees of temperature can be caused I'm the guy that pulls the wool over your eyes, and move at war speeds, do 45's in the skies, and be Whatever y'all call that, that bridges the gap And in suspended animation and reality rap Picture like Kodak, and wax flows clean as Kojak And you know that, all front row wigs get blown back Deacon, comin up the rear with the wicked Two felony convicted, Colin Ferguson Murderin, open up your guts kid, what? I'm diesel like three fifty, woke up with mad cuts and don't give a fuck I snatch the soul out your back, so how you figure You could hold your fuckin own, you're a clone Alone in the world, know I tend to be Once a friend of me, now we're known as bitter enemies Check it, check it We charge up like a nine volt, drama beef You better hold I pack a 45 Colt with a mad kick Cause when I lit, the ho's got snitch You better duck quick before you get your shirls knicked split I blaze knock this one, it's on it's on, for reals Steel pull out, call my bluff, a nigga fade to sear In a second or a minute I reckon I be in it Full-on flanks for high banks, tanks ??? Enough of this S and M Them leather wearin bitches whippin men From a corner of a dead end, I can't forget my dead friends And that's what makes my brain sporadic Plus I got a bad habit, of mixin alcohol with automatics Who got static? I came to set it off and get this party started Those who provoke, is gettin choked, I aint no fuckin joke My friends won't go anywhere with me, anyone in the vicinitiy Charged with conspiracy get death by electricity Niggas get confused, not knowin what I'ma do I sit and wait for niggas to make an ill-advised move I save the way that could be from here to there Bustin shots, some secluded spots you don't know where So where art thou, where art thou Talkin about your dead family members, pal, don't fuck around Or for cryin out loud, tellin' you now from Jump Street Whoever steps up I'm leavin them bleedin' profusely Aus Songtexte Mania